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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Executive Producer
Birdman
Birdman
Executive Producer
JULiA LEWiS
JULiA LEWiS
Producer
Fizzle
Fizzle
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Producer

Lyrics

Went to jail, came home Jason (haha) Man, say, I-I feel good, nigga, I don't- And it's-, you know, my first time bein' on the mic, nigga Went to jail, came home Who am I? Like, aha, who was I? You know, I guess words don't even matter You know we movin' forward Went to jail, came home, time passed, went back again All the pain I felt inside myself, thought it would never end I just thought I would blame myself, can't even blame my friends I was criticizin' myself like, you ain't never gon' win Kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids I'm like, "Kentrell, you got to stand up, it's your time, I see it" I'm like, "DeSean, thuggin', you just hustlin' backwards Nigga, you done won I just fail to accept that you not good for anyone" Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh I can feel it in my soul They say that he ain't gon' be here long I see myself on top the mountain I'm smokin' strong, I'm keepin' strong No more ridin' with that window down Hangin' out, tryna lay them down My soul, I still ain't think I found When I tell bro on the phone I ain't even been worried 'bout no jewelry now So my girl don't want her a bust down I ain't even been worried 'bout the jury now I been wanna do right since I touched down I been watchin' the way I influence now I ain't post not a picture, I moved on I'm responsible to all these children now Even though they label me teflon Back into my normal home Back inside my closet, puttin' that VLONE on Daughter born, I had to listen while sittin' on the phone First time got her in my arms like, "I can't leave you alone" With all these thoughts on top my dome Kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids I'm like, "Kentrell, you got to stand up, it's your time, I see it" I'm like, "DeSean, thuggin', you just hustlin' backwards Nigga, you done won I just fail to accept that you not good for anyone" Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh I can feel it in my soul I ain't beefin' wit' all these niggas, don't even mention me They gon' kill me if they can No need for dissin', come get rid of me I'm grown now, I'm a man So tell 'em, "Ain't no time for sympathy" I been holdin' all these bands Don't give a fuck 'bout who not feelin' me Or into me, intimate, not no consistency She ain't into me, yeah Havin' you, you don't know what it meant to me It ain't get to me, nah, every time that you said you ain't shit to me Even though you meant the world to me Goin' straight even though you curvin' me I ain't worried 'bout all that courtesy Heart on top my shoulder now I'ma sleep on top Burberry sheets Can't take no pill but I'm rollin' now Can't drink no lean but I'm focused now Can't smoke no dope but I'm loaded now Can't tote no gun but I'm strapped right now Lil Top on top of the map right now Been dead but nigga, I'm back right now Keepin' this shit on track right now I don't take no Adderall Pure washing make my feelings dissolve Phone ring, I decline that call When it's trouble, I get back with y'all My hair hang on top my eyes, it fall Through the rain, I'm seein' through all this fog Kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids I'm like, "Kentrell, you got to stand up, it's your time, I see it" I'm like, "DeSean, thuggin', you just hustlin' backwards Nigga, you done won I just fail to accept that you not good for anyone" Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh I can feel it in my soul
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Benjamin Falik, Josh Goldenberg, Jason Goldberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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